Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"I must say, your belated suggestion has made my already bad mood even worse, Jennifer."

Tracy threw a tantrum, her delicate face filled with dissatisfaction towards the old woman in the black robe.

The surrounding fire elemental particles became extremely active due to her emotional fluctuations, crackling and popping.

The latter, however, looked at her with a respectful yet doting gaze.

That was the look in the eyes of someone watching a young dragon throwing a tantrum.

Jennifer said softly, "It seems our Miss Tracy encountered something else inside. Is that what's really causing you distress?"

"Yes, a lowly, weak, and vile insect."

Tracy crossed her arms and said coldly.

"Only in the remote and barbaric soil of the southern part of the mainland could such a dirty and ugly thing grow."

"Dirty?"

The old woman in the black robe, Jennifer, accurately captured a word that was rarely used in the girl's words.

That was taboo in the dictionary of the nobility; it was blasphemy.

Her wrinkled, old face, like withered tree bark, suddenly turned cold.

The kind old woman vanished instantly, replaced by a terrifying sorcerer emerging from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

The surrounding air collapsed and distorted in an instant.

The gravitational field changed, and the gravel on the ground began to float against gravity, then disintegrated into powder.

"You sound like you've been greatly offended. Is there anything I can do for you?"

It was a tone that threatened to erase the offender, their entire family, and even their history.

Tracy realized her mistake and a faint blush rose on her alabaster cheeks.

That was a shameful reaction after one's proud self-esteem was hurt.

But it quickly disappeared again.

She is the Ash Witch, and she doesn't need to explain her miserable state to anyone.

"It's really not a big deal, Jennifer. You always make a mountain out of a molehill."

Tracy reached out and brushed a few strands of hair that were hanging down beside her ear.

A tiny flame ignited at her fingertips, burning off a few strands of hair, the ashes scattering in the wind.

It was used to cover up his momentary embarrassment and anger.

She suddenly changed the subject, asking, "Speaking of which, what was Michael doing while I was inside?"

The old woman in the black robe, Jennifer, shook her head and replied, "She did nothing; she just stayed near the unborn fairy city..."

Oh, and I did get into a fight with two indigenous geniuses from the south, but I kept it very well controlled and just chased them away.

"The sense of proportion is excellent..."

The girl repeated the sentence, a mocking smile playing on her lips.

"That's hypocrisy—wanting fame but not wanting to get your hands dirty."

A faint light shone in Tracy's beautiful, magenta eyes.

She grinned, revealing a wicked smile.

"Our poor Princess Michael, ostracized by her brothers and sisters, was forced to come south and compete for resources with a bunch of country wizards..."

"Unfortunately, I won't even let her have her way with that."

"Let's go, Jennifer!"

The girl waved her cane like she was wielding a horsewhip.

As she moved, the space was torn apart, leaving streaks of crimson.

They created clusters of beautiful, flower-like flames in the void.

Each flame contains a temperature high enough to melt steel.

"I can't wait to see Michael's sour face after his plan falls through."

"I will do whatever you say."

The old woman in the black robe bowed respectfully, then smoothed the sleeve of her long robe.

Several dark red rune stones flew out from his sleeve and quickly constructed coordinates.

Put away the glowing teleportation array in front of you.

Soon, a ball of flame rose abruptly from the wilderness like a burning comet.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the clouds.

............

It was as if Dago had accidentally fallen into a cold, thick lake of glue, and all light, sound, and temperature were stripped away in an instant.

No, describing it as glue is not accurate.

It should be lead-containing solution.

Cold and heavy.

It seeped into every pore of his body.

This is not physical penetration, but assimilation of the material structure.

It steals his body heat and stiffens his muscles.

Bones corrode, and blood stops flowing.

The blood, which was originally surging like mercury, now became stagnant and heavy, and each heartbeat felt like pushing a mountain.

It felt like being forcibly sealed inside a hard, cold lead shell.

The visual is a golden, lifeless stillness; the auditory is the roar of my own heartbeat.

Even mental energy cannot be released.

The moment the spiritual tendrils extended outside the body, they were crushed and assimilated by that domineering "golden rule".

The soul can only retreat into a quiet space; outside the gray sun is a suffocating feeling of being rejected and squeezed by the whole world.

All he could do was keep activating the life force orb within his body.

At this moment, Dago was very glad that he had not neglected his training in Elemental Resonance during the three years he spent asceticizing in the attic in the Thorn Ring.

The monotonous meditations and repeated deductions of each rune structure that were once so tedious became a lifeline at this moment.

A wizard's power never lies in a momentary outburst, but in the depth of his foundation.

The physical body's magic seal [Cold Element] plus [Ice Flame Blue Demon Body].

This is his in-depth analysis of the ice element and the solidification of the body.

His body is more than five times stronger than it was three years ago.

Every cell has been tempered by the power of extreme cold, giving it extremely strong resistance to magic and resilience.

A vast amount of life energy condensed within a small sphere of light in the dantian.

That's not gas, it's a high concentration of "life essence".

It was almost compressed into a liquid state.

Driven by Dago, wisps of pure white flames of life flew out from the dantian orb.

That was the capital to resist, gained by burning one's life force.

It nourishes his entire body to resist the waves of terrifying curse power he had never seen before.

This is a tug-of-war at the micro level.

The Golden Rule attempts to metallize cells, while the Vital Flame frantically repairs and reverses this process.

Each repair is accompanied by excruciating pain, as if my whole body is being gnawed by countless ants.

If it weren't for this physical skill, he would probably have been completely transformed into a real golden statue the moment the curse power erupted for the second time.

Even their souls were sealed in an eternal golden cage, unable to live or die.

But pushing it to its limit only slows down the transformation of flesh into metal.

The "shell" outside the mental space continues to thicken.

As the pressure mounts, cracks begin to appear in my mental space.

The poor external condition can even trigger a series of chain reactions within the body.

The balance has been broken.

A sea of ​​despair beneath the gray sun in the mental space.

That black ocean, filled with despair and violent will, which he had always carefully sealed away.

The remaining will of "Desperate Winter Dragon Beheilite" began to stir.

That wasn't just animalistic instinct; it was an "ancient malice."

It whispers, it tempts, it mocks D'Ago's persistence.

"Give up... give me your body... I can tear apart this paper-thin golden shell..."

That voice carried a sense of desolation and coldness from the past, penetrating straight into Dago's soul.

It seemed ready to seize the opportunity and take complete control of his body at any moment.

That was an internal cancer more terrifying than the Golden Curse.

Amidst these internal and external troubles, Dago is struggling to stay afloat solely on his willpower.

This is the pride of the wizard Dargo, his unwavering pursuit of truth, which prevents him from succumbing to depravity.

The power of the curse continued to seep in, gradually affecting his soul.

Golden spots began to spread within the gray sun, a sign that the soul was being solidified.

Even my thinking seems to have become sluggish.

Memories begin to fade, emotions begin to peel away, and only pure logic remains, barely functioning.

Gradually, Dago's soul consciousness began to become blurred.